A/N -I'm back! I'm sorry for the delay. Got hit by a hurricane down here and things have been hectic. But here I am bringing the new chaper. The last chapter until next year. Hope you like this chapter. and look for a new story to come up before the year is out. Check out my profile. Thank you all for reading.


"Alright, we're gonna take a couple of more calls before going to a break." There were two buttons blinking on the screen. One was Trent from Cleaves Mills and the other was unknown. Jack went with Trent first. "Trent, you're on the air, welcome to the show."

"Hey, thanks Jack. Long time listener, first time caller. First, I just want say that I was there that night at their at the debate and Mr. Fisher, you earned my respect that night and just wanted to let you know that your display of honesty was amazing."

Fisher smiled. "Thank you."

"Second, Jack, I know that after Johnny changed your life and everything after but I'm still kind of hesitant to believe in John Smith. No offense, Johnny. I just want to know, what were the changes he made in your life, Jack?"

Jack leaned forward thought where to start. "First off, John Smith is the most incredible man I've ever met. He showed me and countless numbers of other people that there is still something to believe in in a world where there is so little of it left. After I almost jumped off that building, man, that changed my life. I knew I couldn't keep going like this. John showed me that.

"I stopped believing in God after my son died. I had become too angry and too bitter against everyone. God included. After I met John, I knew that God was still there. Still working miracles. This man, John Smith, is a walking, talking miracle. He taught me to believe."

Johnny knew somewhere, Purdy would be smiling.


"… He taught me to believe."

He sat back in his chair, a black phone wedged against his ear and left shoulder. An old radio was playing the WPOV broadcast in the desk in front of him. The room was dark, damp and poorly lit. In his right hand, dangling lazily from the arm of the chair, the man held a yoyo. He kept thrusting it up and down. The room was engulfed in smoke from cigarettes he was smoking earlier, the man hiding in the blanket darkness and smoke. The room reeked of stale cigarettes.

He grew tired of all this pathetic life story crap. He was waiting and didn't like to be kept waiting. His patience was wearing thin.


Jack rolled over to the panel and clicked on "unknown."

"Welcome to WPOV, who are we talking to?"

Silence.

"Hello, anybody there?"

Just then Johnny just felt like he had been dealt a low blow. A darkness seemed to wash over the room. He skin started to crawl, and he started to break into a cold sweat. Something's wrong.

Fisher noticed Johnny's discomfort, but before he could ask what was wrong, a deep voice came over the radio.

"I'm here."

Jack was kind of worried right about now. The voice sent a chill down his spine. "Who are we talking to?"

A slight pause. "Just a fan."

"Alright Mr. Fan, what do you want to talk about?"

"How would you like to play a little game? The radio talk show host, the politician, and the psychic?"

"Alright I've had enough of this conversation. Good bye, Mr. Fan."

Just as Jack was about to disconnect, the voice interjected with the same deep calm voice.

"You hang up on me, this kid's death will be on your hands."

Everyone in the room, in the studio and those listening in were now in shock. What the in the world was happening?